The first bottle she retrieves is a clear liquid I think is water and as she starts to pour it over my sticky skin I'm relieved to find of I'm right. ...er skin is as soft as her voice as her hands rub the warm water first over my shoulders, slowly adding pressure as the sticky come starts to run onto the plastic with the water. Then her hands start to move down to my right breast where bright purple bruises surround vicious looking teeth marks. I don't remember that! Maybe I was right and they. I wanted to cry, I wanted the moment to never end. So careful was I with that first gentle thrust up into her. She had her hands on my shoulders and was willing me on. I took her gently and despite my need to possess her physically, spiritually, emotionally…I wanted her to feel everything I was doing to her and to remember that moment for all her life – as would I. I wondered if Natalie was watching. I knew that even if she was – she would understand and say nothing to me about it. I would. My pussy is so wet. Do you see how wet it is?” “This toy feels so good up my asshole. Fuck! My ass is so tight.” I then rose up a little and the toy slipped out of my ass. Then I went back down and did this several times. Each time going a little bit further down. I was in great rhythm riding this dildo. My cock was already seeping strings of pre-cum dangling from my tip. Up and down I rode this cock. “Fuck this feels so fucking good. Shit!” While I was fucking myself with the dildo, I. "So, How old are you? 11?" lauren asked."15" Really? You're a bit short you know..." Lauren!" Miss Parker snapped.They asked all sort of other questions about my hobbies, what tv showsI liked and some other not very interesting stuff. After that MissParker told Katie it's time to show me our room. We went upstairs andit was what you'd expect from a girl her age. It had a white, pastelpink like paint on the walls and it had two beds, one already made upwith a white, filled with colorfull.